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I'll give you a few� examples� and you will get right away how the law works.

My brother's apartment number is my birthday 3/22 and the last tenant before
him has the same name than his best friend John Zimmerman.
What do think of this one coincidence?

My last address before moving here was 1853 which is the exact number
of people living in my first home town the year I was born!

Most of the place my brother worked at have the same number than his
locker room in bording school 101 or sometimes 110! Hmmm, weird.....

And I can go on for days about all the weird coincidences pacing our lives.
It's a known law, called the law of synchronicity that some of us used to
guide themselves thru life.

I can give you lots of funny events that followed that law in my life, some
are completely out there but hey, so am I, so dig this.

1998 was a very difficult year for me. A real nightmare. Everything was going
stupidly wrong. My grandmother died, my mom turned totally estranged from
me because I didn't want her to move to America (like she legally could), she
felt like I rejected her, my health went down and so did my money.

I've met just my soulmate and my brains was upside down.
End of january, I've dreamed of a date February 2nd. That's the very
day I received an email confirming me the soulmate agreed to go out on a date
with me. Then, it all went very wrong. I was about to give up when I had another
dream telling me that he would be playing the same day than Dave Aragon.
He did on june 27th� and I've got to see him, nothing got sorted out and once again
I was about to give up when another dream told me to go to the Baked Potato.
First time I've walked in after this dream, he was there and just about as floored
as me to see me there. He asked me how I've found out about the place
and I was not about to tell him a fucking voice told me to go there!!

He played on April 22nd bday while my best friend Sylvie was in a pilgrim
in Pietrelcina, Land of Padre Pio for her own Birthday.
I prayed that she would send me a red rosary and three prayers in English from there
but only asked her for her rosary. Well, she sent me a red rosary and three prayers
in English, she felt compelled to pick them.

I saw him playing last that year in Spetember 23rd, 30th Anniversary of the Death of Padre
Pio. He said word for word what Serge told me before he went on tour in Japan :
"It's good you came out cuz I might never see you again!"

And I didn't see him for months!

I got into a huge fight with Janet, Johnny Griparik's girlfriend and I was not about
to go to the Baked Potato that one week but a dream told me to go cuz I would see
him. Which I did, it was March 17th 1999. Saint Patrick day, the Saint of my brother's
day. Of course his daughter was born june 9th, my brother's birthday, and her name
is the name of the month my mom was born on.

I don't remember much of 1999, lots of partying and hanging out with the Snakepit,
being sick a lot. I did see him playing a couple of times, then we go straight to 2000.

I'm at Cat Club and I'm looking at this guy thinking "Hmmm, that's what Stevie Salas
would look like if I had to picture him." I have never took the time to check out his
site but jokingly every time Angela would talk to me about Drew teching for Stevie,
I'd tell her to get him to hook me up.

Then I'd go home, on Richie Kotzen's website, there is a message from Stevie
who is playfully messing with people complaining there about the delays in
the cd delivery. I typed his name on the search engine, go to his site, sure
enough, it's a guy I saw, so I just dropped him a line, forget about it.
You know one of this typical Laure impulse.

Comes February and the NAMM show with Slash at the Viper Room. Claudia
gets me passes�and we go. I'm checking out the place when someone touches
me on the shoulder and say " Hey I know you!" My pick up line!!

So I turn around and there is Stevie!! So I reply " No, you don't!"
And we get into a bit of a conversation until he places me very quickly being the
gal who just emailed me shortly before the show.